Page 54 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
He tried once again to make me sign the papers that would give him access to all of Blake’s money. I’ve been fighting him on it for so long, but I have a feeling I messed up last night, and that I did sign on the dotted line.
I called you earlier to give you a heads up, but you did not want to talk. I understand, you’ll learn about it soon, anyway, so it doesn’t matter. But there is one thing that I really wanted to tell you and you didn’t give me a chance.
You have a brother, by blood. Before Blake Adams fell into my clutches, he met someone. She was from out of state, having travelled to Texas from Iowa. They had an affair, and she turned out pregnant. I’m not sure how Kenny found out about it, but he contacted her and pretended to be Blake, told her he was married.
The woman is dead now. She died when the boy was little, and he ended up in foster care. He doesn’t know you exist, so I wanted to help. I know you will be happy with me for this.
Like I told you earlier, you will need to find Bricks to help you. I sent your brother a message and told him he can find you at the clubhouse. He knows who you are, I’m not sure he will want to have much contact with you.
His name is Blake Sully.
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I start typing rapidly on the screen, scared that something will happen and Shortie’s laptop will short circuit on me. I am so happy to have finally gotten in, I’m like a kid in a candy store.
“Anything good?” Sully asks just as I see a folder with my name on it. Lucas Adams.
I click on it and start scanning the other folders within. He has one with my birth certificate and medical records. Another one has all sorts of financial information. Another one has school information. And there’s one that’s just labeledFamily. I click on that.
“What the fuck,” I mumble, mostly to myself, when I am in and see another folder in there. I frown at the label it has on it.Blake Sully.
My eyes go to my best friend who is sitting next to me on the couch. He is messing on his phone, and his face is glowing, with the light of the phone close to him looking even brighter in the darkness of the room.
I click on the folder with his name on it, then wait. There are three documents scanned in there, and one of them seems to be a recording.
The first document is Blake’s birth certificate. It looks like he is a little over a year older than I am. His mom’s name is Corinne Sully. No one is listed in the field for the father. It just saysUnknown.
The next document is a letter from my mother. It looks similar to the ones Shortie gave me before. I’ve been trying to read them in order by date, and seeing as this is dated with the day she died, I haven’t made it to it just yet.
My eyes scan the documents, hungry to learn more. I’m assuming this must be an important one since it was scanned and saved like this. The more I read, the more my eyes feel like they’re deceiving me.
You have a brother, by blood.
…from out of state.
Iowa.
I sent your brother a message…
He doesn’t know you exist…
His name is Blake Sully.
I continue staring at the screen, unable to process any of this. Blake is not moving from next to me, and I wonder if his eyes are on the screen, reading the same things I am. If he is, it looks like this is not new information to him.
I finally muster the courage to look at him. He is just staring at me, a blank look on his face. This could go either way.
“You knew?” I say when he is not willing to start this conversation.
“Yes.” It is just one word, but a strong one. It echoes around the room, against the windows, and then it crashed into my skull.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He doesn’t respond right away this time. Instead, he just stares at me for the longest moments until I see resolution on his face.
“I came to Texas prepared to hate you.”
“Hate me for what?” I snort. “I never knew you existed.”
